Lack of words
Lack of reach
Words are weapons when the powerless speak
It's a small game, with a big production
A fools parade, overblown
When will we know what we should seek?
What we've sown is what we'll reap
Open doors, random keys
When we find ourselves, where shall we be?
Little knowledge, headless state
A ticking bomb, as we debate
When will we know what we should seek?
For what we've sown, you know we'll reap
Running mind, howling banshee
No more a fugitive than you or I
The jealous cursed, crashed and burned
The unaccountable way to die
When will we know what we should seek?
For what we've sown, you know we'll reap
When will we know what we have lost?
For what we've seen, it's a final cost
I can only be myself
I can't be – anyone else but me
Please don't leave anyone else for me
Be what only you can be
When will we know, what we have caused?
The new child's reign, is it already lost?
When will we know?
I can only be myself
I can't be anyone else but me
When will we know?
When will we know?
I can only be myself
I can't be anyone else but me
When will we know?
When will we know?
I can only be myself
I can't be anyone else but me
When will we know?
Anyone else but me
When will we know?
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